Dream Within A Dream Poem Novels & Stories

Dahan-dahan na humahagod ang kamay na iyon sa aking tagiliran. The movement was sensual, and it’s igniting something in me. Pinipisil-pisil pa ang beywang ko at patuloy sa paghipo sa akin ang malikot na kamay na iyon. In the midst of my sleep, I feel things, at nabubuhay ang init ng pakiramdam na iyon. Am I having a wet dream?

“I don’t know. Siguro yung mukhang motivated man lang. Not unlike your look right now. Dinaig mo pa ang kakagaling lang sa break up.” Napabuga siya ng hangin at napasandal sa swivel chair. “I’m not getting a decent sleep lately,” aniya. “Work? Dude, I already told you to—” “No, it’s not,” he said, cutting him off. Nahilot niya bigla ang sentido. “I keep on having this dream—like there was this girl who was crying and she kept on telling me that she wanted us to go home. But the next thing I knew she was already lying in a pool of blood.”

Akala ni Marisse ay makakatulong na siya nang matiwasay, ngunit iba pala ang inaakala niya because as Marisse drifted into a restless slumber, her dreams carried her through a labyrinth of memories and emotions. In the realm of the subconscious, fragments of her past intertwined with the present, creating a tapestry of vivid images and unspoken truths.

'Ang sarap pala tumambay sa garden nila saka sariwa ang hangin' nakapikit ako at ninamnam ang hangin at bango ng bulaklak. 'Masyadong maalaga si Mam Lessandra sa mga halaman niya at mga bulaklak' napangiti ako. Mahilig akong magtanim kaya lang lagi nasisira o namamatay dahil sa mga aso namin sa bahay. "Hello! Hello!" Nagulat ako at nagising sa pag-day dream ko na nag-hello si Lara. "Ay sorry ninamnamn ko lang yung hangin dito" napapikit na lang ako at ninamnam ang sariwa ng hangin.